You’re loving me like water,
Slipping through my fingers,
Washing away the pain of today,
Flooding me with a joy that betrays,
When it never stays;
Nothing but a dream,
A fantasy to keeps me longing;
A desire, my arms can never hold;
But I keep reaching for you,
Both arms outstretched in the air;
Resigned to my tears
Raining down on me,
Waiting on the tide to come
©2018 – V. A. Coote